Song for the Dumped

Jack had his 9 month visit to the doctor yesterday. As a first order of business, the doctor said he sounded much better, and put an end to the Nebulizer treatments. Although there's no indication that Jack will need it again, I believe we'll keep it handy, just in case.

In other doctor news, Jack has fallen off the pace. He weighs 22 pounds, 12 ounces, and is now in the 85% percentile in all size categories. Perhaps he's just gearing up for a growth spurt. Everything else is normal. We're supposed to start weaning him off the bottle, and so a whole new wonderland of food is going to join his daily menu. Stacy bought some turkey that looks like little hot dogs -- don't tell Jack, but that stuff stinks.

Every morning when I drop Jack off at daycare, he smiles at Xavier, the other little boy that shows up that early, and happily goes to whichever teacher is in the room when I leave. Usually, he's excited to get to playing. This morning, he actually got upset when I handed him over and kissed him good bye. It made me happy and sad all at the same time.